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Now picture a mic envision the stage is empty
The curtains pull back I pull up to preach

These words out my mouth like fire they godly
The wicked

What's going on?!
Circuit Hour, yolo swag
cnd I'm Can of Bliss, but I don't have my own beat tag... chaha!

Soft teeth in my mouth, punch my face till they

you see me on racks I'm like a hanger
Danger is real watch yo mouth when you speak to me
Starved by myself
You think you finna eat wimme
Yo shoes

shit
you can feel the Mood shift
people that dont do shit
been pushed around for Too long

Karma Is a Bitch
i went harder than they did
but The Game is

a fuckin' mouse
That lil' hoe a treesh, she gon put the dick, all in her mouth
Swing by his crib, then we shootin' up his fuckin house
Four four-fours, now we

once
I busted out of the asylum to murder you useless cunts
Me and Morbyd locked away for a crime we didn't commit
So you faggot little bitches will

from the back , now its time to show yall how to get it done 
Mouth wide ya being knocked by a niggah who weighs few tons 
Big dawg and I'm  flying like

straight duckin shit just to keep on walkin, i do run my mouth but let the guns do the talkin, straight stalkin every fuckin sexy chick that i see, can't

gosh, you’re so offensive, good, I hope it is
You ever think that I’m offended by the shit you’re showing kids
Aye hold up bitch, because I’m only getting

make moves with,

Some people hate me, I find it amusing, my name in they mouth like a toothpick,

Yeah I still got niggas who’ll pull up and shoot shit,

the sight of a gun
You break me down, you destroy me, but you fail to see
If I go down I'm taking everyone with me
Inflames by corrupted mind, dont try

trouble for stupid actions
My dad was hard on me his words would penetrate like a gun
Today I'm thankful but I won't lie he did a tad too much
That's

Jackson in 88 (eeh he)
I’m serving up these hittas knock you out w yuh dinner plate (fork set down)
Rude of all evil desert eagle desenegrate (gun shot)

bitch cuz he acting up
Drive bys in a black Acura
Aahhh
Bitch better watch your fucking mouth
For I pull his insides out
Demons in my head and they loud

Cracking a laugh
His granny call me up
Like listen, this finna be bad
Lord why couldn't you have taken me
See I was birth from a queen that was tamed by

talking disel i became too accustomed to gun smoke
Ain't the violent type remain calm before it's time to score
I'm a trained killer plan it out before i go

and kill him
Cut the middle right open
What's inside there I can't say
So hideous oh no way
I cut into the Kirby
Shot gun in mouth I end me

back and I run it back and that's on my moms
No time for the thinking they screaming my name so I gotta start swinging
I shed no tears no sign

right
Bitch hike
Ist ich frei

I black out like a tattoo
This a game for two
You come to
I am what not who
I do not care about you
I'll be black you'll be

rest

I laugh a lot for someone
Who always seems to be numb
Try to talk myself up with my teeth on a gun
The muffled words won't come out
With no room in

spin a chair, like the voice, when my baby girl hears another song
She's back by the noon, baby's back is a dune, got her crawling on her knees for my

wild he running through his second leg of the tour
Uh
Toast some
We was in Stolley's with ghost guns
If my niggas ain't around do a drill by my lone some

Grrah, grrah, grrah, grrah
Falayo, falayo, falayo, falayo
(Great John on the beat, by the way)
You know the drill, Fross

Uh, like what? Who

pic
Crashing out n then we dip
Hit yo mouth for talking shit
Give me head baby real quickkkk
Burn Out
Burn Ouuuutt
Burn Out
I need a fast car
Nascar
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